Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 132 Own Way of the Sword

night.

Zhang Cheng lying on the bed fell into deep thought.

During the day, Master Cheng Dong's words and the demonstration of kendo gave him some inspiration.

Perhaps as he said, in fact, Zhang Cheng's red lotus is already his own way of swordsmanship.

There is only one sharp sword in Cheng Dong's way of swordsmanship, the sharp sword that cuts everything.

Although Zhang Cheng also started to practice with that sword, since he moved towards the epee and now the wooden sword, it has already belonged to his own way of swordsmanship.

It's just that Zhang Cheng himself didn't realize it, so although his skills were broken by seven with the recovery of his left hand, he didn't understand the artistic conception.

The mind moved slightly, and suddenly, the familiar attribute panel appeared again.

Host: Zhang Cheng

Power: 5.0
Speed: 5.0
Stamina: 5.0
Skill: 7
Spirit: 8 (under seal)

Ball skills: no more.

The Way of Glory: Way of Destruction - Hell Road, Way of King - Halo, Realm of No Self - Two Doors.

The Way of Extremes: Ultimate Skills, Power of Skills - Three Stages of Scarlet Red Lotus.

The Way of Different Dimensions: Light Hit the Ball, Phantom of Different Dimensions - Evil Ghosts.

Items: Light Strike-Destruction Experience Card (one round), Black Tomahawk Experience Card (one round), special memory space (1/10), legendary memory space (1/1).

In the past few days, Zhang Cheng basically entered that special memory space every day to fight against the great master Cheng Dong, so Chi Honglian was able to reach the third stage of the wooden sword sword so quickly.

As for the legendary memory space, it is gray, which also means that Zhang Cheng can't get in at all.

In this regard, classmate Xiao Wang also gave him an explanation:
High emotional intelligence: too young, not enough background.

Low EQ: The strength is too weak and needs to be cultivated.

Trash talk: Little trash, get out...

……

In the final analysis, Zhang Cheng is still unworthy.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng could only look at that special memory space and sigh, the last time left.

Sure enough, Uncle Dong is still reliable.

"Enter that special memory space..."

His mind moved slightly, and when Zhang Cheng came back to his senses again, he had already appeared in that special dojo.

For the last time, it was time to conclude with his Uncle Dong.

Walking along the familiar bluestone slabs, the Great Master Cheng Dong seemed to have been prepared a long time ago, standing with his racket, standing on the other side of the court and watching him quietly.

The two seemed to communicate silently:
You came……

I am coming……

Then, a delicate racket appeared in Zhang Cheng's right hand, and a mustard yellow tennis ball appeared at the same time.

boom.

The jet-black aura flashed past, this was the ultimate in pure skill.

Similarly, Cheng Dong on the opposite side also swung his racket like a sword, with a flash of cold light and murderous aura.

The two played against each other a few times, and the virtual net was torn apart by Jian Guang.

On the field, sword marks sprang up one after another. In the special memory space of the last time, it seemed that God Cheng Dong was also consciously helping Zhang Cheng by feeding him the ball.

a ball.

two goals.

……

Until more than 100 balls, the first ball is still not finished.

Zhang Cheng's sword posture is slowly changing, sharp sword, heavy sword, wooden sword...

Until the end, the moment the wooden sword disappeared, the exquisite racket in Cheng Dong's hand was cut into four pieces...

Unknowingly, Great God Cheng Dong disappeared, leaving only Zhang Cheng sitting cross-legged in the quiet dojo, comprehending something.

There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart, this is the sword intent...

There is no racket in the hand, but there is a racket in the heart. This is the heart of tennis.

Zhang Cheng, I understand!
……

A week later, on the clay court, two figures galloped on both sides.

An invisible phantom moved back and forth on both sides, and the sound of beatings filled the audience.

boom.

Zhang Cheng tried his best to smash the faint sword intent on the tennis ball, and then, no sword beats a sword, and the mustard yellow tennis ball flew over at a very fast speed.

Opposite him was Uncle Dong, who had the same sword intent as Zhang Cheng, except that his sword intent was purely murderous, unlike Zhang Cheng's, which was full of triple changes.

"It's still far away, Xiaocheng."

After finishing the fight back, Cheng Dong grinned, showing his big white teeth.

Regarding this, Zhang Cheng also smiled slightly, and then sliced ​​out with a perfect backhand.

However, Cheng Dong saw through this trick of zero-cutting the ball and blending it with sword intent, and Zhang Cheng didn't let the ball hit the ground, and he would go up and pull it far away.

Moreover, his ball did not bounce after landing, but stopped after an extreme spin.

"3-0, switch venues."

Raphael on the side made a judgment.

Zhang Cheng glanced at the spot where the ball landed. The ball hit the sideline just now, but at this moment, the spot where the ball landed was already deeply sunken, which is enough to prove how strong the spin of that ball was.

Perhaps, even the baptism of his whirlpool is nothing more than that!
The two of them went to rest on the stone bench at the same time. There was no time limit for rest between them. Even just after taking their seats, the two chatted.

"Leave tomorrow?"

"Well, the car tomorrow morning." Zhang Cheng nodded.

I went back on the 28th, met a few people, and left for Australia on March [-]st to participate in the Australian Open Youth Invitational.

The preliminary stage of the Australian Open Youth Invitational Tournament is March [-]th, and it is an invitational tournament after all, not an open tournament. This time Zhang Cheng went there alone, and he still needs to prepare for a few days there.

"Who are you going to bring?" Cheng Dong asked.

"one person."

"Huh? The invitational tournament can bring one person."

Master Cheng Dong raised his eyebrows, looked at Zhang Cheng and said with a smile: "Actually, I have nothing to do, and I don't care about the one or two months of cultivation. If someone begs me..."

"No need." Zhang Cheng's eyelids drooped.

"Haha, I'm actually teasing you, your Uncle Dong is quite busy."

Zhang Cheng: "..."

In fact, Zhang Cheng originally planned to bring Xiaola together, after all, there is still an interpreter, but Xiaola is planning to go to Phoenix City to find the traces of his ancestors.

In this regard, Zhang Cheng can forget it, and if he still gets into trouble, he can go to Mr. Yu, and he will help.

Suddenly, Raphael rolled his eyes and did not speak.

"Then wish Xiaocheng in advance that he can win the championship and win glory for our country."

"Thank you, Uncle Dong, and I wish you the championship in advance!"

"Hahaha."

Cheng Dong laughed out loud and stopped talking, but turned around and walked towards the clay court.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng also stood up and walked out.

The game is not over yet!
It was still Zhang Cheng who served, and Zhang Cheng had no objection to this. Facing Uncle Dong, he accepted it calmly.

"Xiaocheng, let me experience your kendo."

Cheng Dong's face is very serious, let him teach him some things at the end.

"it is good."

After the first three rounds of testing, Zhang Cheng also felt that it was almost done.

A sword intent burst out from him, and slowly, his whole half became fierce and full of murderous aura.

The invisible racket was mixed with a trace of chill, and at that moment, the mustard tennis ball stabbed out like a sharp sword.

time...

Sparks sparked from the soft middle net, if it wasn't for the middle net woven by his grandmother, Zhang Cheng's ball would definitely split the middle net in two.

The air was filled with sword intent, and Cheng Dong felt the feeling of thousands of swords piercing his heart in an instant.

more and more interesting.

Only in this way can he teach Zhang Cheng well!
The body shook slightly, and a powerful pole of force surged out, and the terrifying sword intent that swept across the audience instantly shattered, and then, a scarlet tennis ball that was like half a court crushed towards Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng's face turned pale all of a sudden, because he was suppressed by the extreme power from the tennis ball.

This is not an illusion formed by spiritual will, but pure power with the help of the entire court space.

Zhang Cheng tried his best to move his body, and the half court filled with sword intent had been completely shattered, leaving only a trace of sword intent wrapped around Zhang Cheng's body for the final resistance.

"boom."

The ultimate power was transmitted to Zhang Cheng's arm through the racket, and Zhang Cheng seemed to hear Cheng Dong's inner voice on this ball.

"Give up, you can't catch this ball..."

No, I can take it.

Zhang Cheng gritted his teeth tightly, pouring all the strength in his body into the racket.

In the dark, the silver-gray tennis heart in his mind suddenly jumped, and then, a black air poured into the racket, and the tyrannical power was instantly reduced.

This is not enough.

Zhang Cheng's mind moved slightly, all the endless sword intent poured into the racket, and then a red long sword emerged from the flames and slashed at the giant tennis ball.

boom.

The giant tennis ball was shattered, and the powerful pole was chopped to pieces by the newborn red lotus, revealing the essence of the tennis ball inside.

Subsequently, Zhang Cheng's racket drew a red arc.

Zhang Cheng completed the counterattack.

In Cheng Dong's eyes, apart from admiration, he was surprised.

It's a bit interesting, this so-called red lotus has completed Nirvana and rebirth.

Still, it's not even close.

Seeing the mustard tennis balls flying over and jumping up and down, Cheng Dong didn't intend to hold back his hands at all, and swung them out with a powerful force.

It is the ultimate power, Zhang Cheng faced this ball as if he faced his legendary grandma.

The tennis ball hit the ground with a bang, and then Zhang Cheng realized that his Uncle Dong's ball bounced at the wrong angle.

Zhang Cheng's face changed drastically, and he quickly blocked the racket under his crotch, and then, a spiral rose to the sky.

boom.

Smoke rose.

"Yo, Xiaocheng, Uncle Dong didn't do it on purpose, are you okay?"

"Cough cough cough."

In the thick smoke, Zhang Cheng stood up with an uneasy face.

This Uncle Dong doesn't talk about Wude.

Seeing Zhang Cheng walking over with a gloomy face, Cheng Dong rubbed his head and laughed.

"Xiaocheng, Uncle Dong really didn't notice how you ran there, you can avoid it."

"Dodge?"

Zhang Cheng had a strange expression on his face.

If you avoid it, you will dust your tennis heart.

Except for tactical evasion, most people would not do that.

"Yes, you have to avoid it. After all, anything can happen on the court."

Cheng Dong's words were full of deep meaning.

However, Zhang Cheng said with a strange smile:

"Uncle Dong, since you don't talk about Wude, then don't blame Xiaocheng for making trouble..."

Suddenly, Cheng Dong's crotch felt cold...

(End of this chapter)